Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

No matter how much I tried, I couldn't forget the first taste of betrayal. I vowed never to trust a woman and fell in love again. The taste of getting betrayed again was far worse than the first one.

At least I could give consolation to myself when Zoya betrayed me, thinking I wasn't smart then. But building myself as a ruthless mafia, I still ended up getting betrayed. To fuel the fire, I got played by a girl thirteen years younger than me.

I drowned the whiskey in one go.

If Ahaad hadn't proposed to go to Harare as an apology for him suspecting Adah and if I hadn't been entranced by her tears, it would have been me lying in the ICU and not Ahaad. The worst was yet to come. Sir wasn't notified of the bombing or postponement of the deal.

Tareq and Osama have been bugging me about trusting Adah, but I can't blame those fools. I once, too, was enticed by her innocence. They don't know what that once innocent girl had turned into. I made them guard the ICU to make them stay away from Adah and me. I intended to interrogate Adah and make her spill everything, but like a fucking loser, I accepted defeat seeing her begging me.

If I can't hurt her physically, I would very well do it emotionally. All this time, she thought I was hurting her family, so why not exaggerate her fear and make her rot in terror, assuming all worst-case scenarios. No matter what I would say or do, she is anyway going to portray me as the monster.

Although I lied to her, I would send her to a brothel, the fact was I would never let anyone see her, let alone touch her. Even after she betrayed me in the worst possible way, I would rather burn in hell than let any other bastard hurt her. But that is something I would never reveal to her and make a mockery out of me.

Hunter lay beside me on the floor, observing me drinking to oblivion. I know he is searching for Adah and waiting for me to take him to her. That poor bastard is like me. Although Lylah was killed because of her, he still wants to be with her.

Isn't it like you? Still thinking about her even after knowing she was the traitor.

I chuckled when that voice mocked me again. Yes, I was still a loser. I initially planned so much to torture Adah, and yet when her cries stirred my heart, I ended up running away from her. When I was supposed to get answers to my questions from her, her falling on my feet made me feel like I was committing a most heinous crime.

Grabbing my phone, I intended to call Tareq to get an update on Ahaad when Amma bragged into my room, looking frantic.

"Baba," she was trembling, and I frowned, noticing the panic on her face.

"Adah.." the moment she whispered, the glass in my hand slipped and shattered on the floor.

In two strides, I stopped before her and shook her to get her out of whatever trance she was in. "what happened?"

"She....she cut her wrists...there is ...bloo—"

She wasn't finished yet when I ran out of the room. No, no, no....she can't....she would never. Hunter's bark echoed somewhere.

"Call a doctor," I shouted at one of the guards.

Pushing anyone that came my way, I ran, feeling emotions akin to fear rolling through my stomach. I can't lose her. No matter what, I still want her to be on my side. Pushing the basement door open, I ran through the dark corridor towards the room she was locked in and slipped at the door in my haste. Gathering myself from the ground, I reached the opened door only to freeze at the sight of Adah lying in her blood.

"Adah!" a voice filled with dread and agony echoed.

I slid on the floor beside her and cupped her face. My heart reached to my throat, finding her cold as ice. Untucking my tie, I wrapped it around her wrists with trembling hands, but looking at the number of cuts, I was too numb to think rationally. Amma joined us with a few maids and shook me out of the reverie.